The withered flowers decayed like melting tallow, but their color more closely resembled squirming mud seeping into diseased, mottled earth. A massive beast arched its body, its hair erect like ghastly, pale moonlight, emitting a chilling white glow.
The human-sized body shattered, dense hair and explosively growing body extending fearsome claws that enshrouded Lyle in their shadow.
In front of him, Ralph had transformed into a werewolf with a mouthful of sharp teeth, its post-snout golden eyes emitting a wild and cruel light.
In Ralph's dreams, this vision was many times more terrifying.
His lips twitched, revealing neatly aligned, sharp fangs beneath the skin.
"Lyle..." that huge mouth sprayed and smeared an odor of blood, like a small dark cloud settling on Lyle's shivering shoulders.
Those erect white ears twitched, as the werewolf's bloodthirsty gleam shifted to the other side.
Nia lay on her grandmother's shoulder, stealthily watching this scene.
